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Poem: First Memory

Posted on February 7, 2015 by Louis William Rose

Sitting in his chair watching the man with big pockets he slaps the wooden tabletop, high, dry, and cool. Brown shiny wood, very good for his hands to slap so early in the morning on a new day. A cup … Continue reading →

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